Cicada Song Lyrics

I woke up from a fever

I was flying down the highway on a Greyhound bus

Feeling like a fly on a ribbon, breathing recycled air

I woke up from a nightmare

I was standing in a gas station parking lot, listening to the cicadas humming away another day

I was up to my waist in the grave, in a tangle at the bottom of a bag

I was crawling through the wires and the glass, trying to make my way through all that dead space

Then I was staring out upon the great divide, with acid tears in my eyes

All full of shadows and holes, trying hard just to let in a little light

I woke up from a bad thought

Every single thing I touched would turn to rust

I was feeling as hopeless and helpless as a fly in a web

I woke up from a vision

I was staring in horror through the war

It unfolded like a terrible flower, spitting flames and leaving everything burnt in its wake

It was all white flags of retreat, empty husks and howls on the breeze

I was wading my way through the ash, trying not to hear the static and death

Then I was caught under an evil spell, hoping to drown in the wishing well

I was laughing half way down to hell, to clashing swords and the chiming of the bells